Monday, December 2, 2013

My sisters.. Their nephew.

Note: this was written prolly 2 years ago now.. When Caleb was the only baby in the family. :)

Read "Faith begins@Home MOM" recently and after every section there was a box with Qs in it which required some thinking/ reflection. One of it was this:- "What would you want to pass on from your childhood to your children?"

I can prolly think of a few things but the first that came to mind was growing up with my sisters and cousin. They're a big part of who I am today. Because I'm the youngest, they all looked out for me. In a way unique to their own personalities. And because I'm the youngest, I also became the reason they got into trouble with Ma when I misbehaved. Ah.. Good times. :P

Now having a child of my own, they are looking out for Caleb. All of them really really sayang him very much - maybe because he's really adorable? Or maybe because he's my son? And because they love me, they now love him too? Or maybe it's all these reasons and more..

A song by Corrinne May which prolly would have a special meaning for my sisters..
Entitled "My little nephew"

its funny how one thing happens and changes your whole point of view
everything that seems to matter, has cast aside for a better truth
you're growing faster with every minute, second, photograph
i wish i could spend more time with you
my little nephew

everyday a new discovery i'm a child again looking through your eyes
with every step you're teaching me how to fall and cry, get up and smile
you're growing faster with every minute, second, photograph
i wish i could spend more time with you
my little nephew

but you're far away and i am over here
memories are lost in these span of years
so, when i go will u miss me?
when i go will u remember me?

you're growing faster with every minute, second, photograph
i wish i could spend more time with you
my little nephew

see you'll learn to tie your shoes
say the sky is blue
and that your bestfriend has winnie the pooh
my little nephew


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